Vile, these avians are vile!
They’re piling on relentlessly.
I surely wish that they were gone,
I wish for their deaths fecklessly.
These birds have made me gory…
worse than a Gorey story.
Down they come! No cows, it seems,
are in their sights; they do not hit
bow-wows like Pugs.

Awful pecking, slashing birds
eviscerate Paul and Timmy.
They are taking many a life;
one of them just mauled small Kimmy.

I think that they are pretty mean:
On children they will prey.
These loathsome birds came calling this bad day;
now they won’t go away!
These loathsome birds came calling this bad day.
Why do they want to slay?!